4 MONTHS LATER
Meghan’s P.O.V.
Four months had passed since the fire that had nearly destroyed everything. Four months since Blade had started living in my house. And honestly? I wouldn't have it any other way.
I had been worried at first, thinking that living together would be a disaster. But instead, we had found the perfect rhythm. Blade had this ridiculous way of making himself useful without even trying—whether it was fixing the leaky sink or waking up early to help me prep for the bakery orders. He was always there, always dependable. It was dangerous how much I had gotten used to having him around. As for the small town talk I had also feared over the news of moving in so fast... Well... It never really reached my ear. So I guess, even in a small town such as Fairview, people did
